Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Twilight bounds softly out on the grass.They have come gladly out of the willowsTo welcome my friend and meWe step over the barbed wire into the pastureWhere they have been grazing all day, alone.And the eyes of those two Indian poniesDarken.I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,For she has walked over to meAnd nuzzled my left hand.She is black and white,Her mane falls wild on her forehead.At home once more,They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.I thinkThat if I stepped out of my body I would breakInto blossom.